Songwriting and Recording in Woodstock, NY
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Chords
Am Am-c Am-c-a
DM7
Inspired by Bob Dylan and The Band’s house. Written and recorded in Woodstock, NY.
Music from Big Pink is the debut studio album by The Band. Released in 1968, it employs a distinctive blend of country, rock, folk, classical, R&B, and soul. The music was composed partly in “Big Pink”, a house shared by Rick Danko, Richard Manuel and Garth Hudson in West Saugerties, New York. — Wikipedia
LYRICS
Why did the old lady swallow a spider
That wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her
Can you conclude why spray sulfur at a high altitude
I don’t know why we swallowed the fly
Perhaps we’ll die
Manage a moment to ponder solar radiation management
I fear what we geo-engineer
May endanger all we hold dear
Better ask why we’re foggin’ up the sky
Perhaps we’ll die
Why did the old lady swallow the horse
Why did mankind maintain this course
Looks like we beat a dead horse to death
Wake up world we can’t take it with
No matter how you dread… in The End… the old lady’s dead
A song about Man coming up with crazy schemes in an attempt to mitigate global warming.
Schemes to tackle climate change could prove disastrous for billions of people, but might be required for the good of the planet, scientists say.
That is the conclusion of a new set of studies into what’s become known as geo-engineering.
This is the so far unproven science of intervening in the climate to bring down temperatures.
These projects work by, for example, shading the Earth from the Sun or soaking up carbon dioxide.
Ideas include aircraft spraying out sulphur particles at high altitude to mimic the cooling effect of volcanoes or using artificial “trees” to absorb CO2.
Long regarded as the most bizarre of all solutions for global warming, ideas for geo-engineering have come in for more scrutiny in recent years as international efforts to limit carbon emissions have failed. — BBC
LYRICS
Put pick to string
And pluck that thing
(Pluck it! Go ahead and pluck it!)
Pluck it like there’s no tomorrow
(Pluck it! Go ahead and pluck it!)
Pluck the blues when in sorrow
(Pluck it! Go ahead and pluck it!)
Pluck it hard
Pluck it slow
Pluck it every way you know
If you’ve had a hard day trying to bring home pay
Pluck it! It feels good
If you’re not sure how long you’ll endure
Pluck it! You know you should
If you’ve no confidence in your essence
Pluck it! You know you could
LYRICS
If this is rock, then let’s roll
This modern music’s got no soul
Chorus
I wanna play the guitar
Stretch the sound so far
Dance like I’m Irish drinkin’ whiskey from a jar
Dance like we’re Irish drinkin’ whiskey from a jar
Grandma’s pace is takin’ it’s toll
Break out the rock n’ roll stroll
Chorus
For my soul to be whole
Gotta play that rock and roll
LYRICS
The good Samaritan
Thinking he’s humane
But doesn’t grasp the stakes
And how utterly inane
Repeating the same mistakes
Again and again and again
The good Samaritan
Thinking he’s humane
Not considering consequences
Or how ultimately lame
Try on the circumstances
Applied to 1… 5… or 10
Then you’ll know when
After a mile in his shoes walked
Let your talk be talked
Until that time, please refrain
‘less your good deed be deemed inhumane
LYRICS
Take an ice pick and start whacking it to bits
Watch the glacier succumb to the hits
Ice cubes… just add liquor and mix
The allure… of
Shaken not stirred
The fix
It’s not nice being cold as ice
The allure… of
Shaken not stirred
The fix
Take an ice pick and start whacking it to bits
Watch the iceberg overcome by the hits
Good news… ice cubes.
Just add liquor and mix
The allure… of
Shaken not stirred
The fix
It’s not nice being cold as ice
The allure… of
Shaken not stirred
The fix
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